24. Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
Bronx rubbed at his face and took his time figuring out what he wanted to say. He glanced over at Tony, who had altered his position to mirror Bronx’s sitting against the headboard. When he was ready to speak Bronx tipped his head back to rest against the solid wood.
“Here’s my truth and you better keep this confidential . . . ”
Tony reached over and took Bronx’s hand to lace their fingers.
“Hey, I will never betray you like that. Ever. Whatever we share with each other stays between us and only us. You have my word on it but also remember that I am bound by the non-disclosure form I signed, and that goes for guards employed with Ventura, past and present. Fifty years from now I will still be held by the same NDA.”
Bronx nodded at Tony and continued talking.
“If I’m discussing business or my music with someone, I have every confidence needed to carry on a lengthy conversation with them.
Hook-ups are easy to deal with because there’s very little talking involved and I know they’re just passing through.
But you? I’ve always been at a loss for words around you and then I worry about using the right words and that’s when panic sets in.
At that point I typically shut down and walk away feeling frustrated, like I’m not worth enough to even talk to you.
I fumble, my palms get sweaty, and I wonder why the fuck you’d be interested in me, and by that time what little confidence I had begins to crumble away. ”
“Why’s that, Rory?”
Bronx closed his eyes and inhaled slowly.
“Because none of the other men I’ve been with mattered to me—business or otherwise.
They were a means to a quick orgasm and I was the same to them, or maybe bragging rights for getting in my pants,” he answered.
“But you mattered to me—a lot. For fuck’s sake, you saved my life by pushing me into rehab.
I know I’ve mentioned that one detail many times but I’ll never forget what you did for me.
I’m certain I’d be dead now if you hadn’t shown me a different path.
When you joined the Ventura team I wanted you to see how far I’d come, how I’d cleaned up my life and I was finally living as a sober man.
This sounds lame but I wanted to make you proud of what I’d accomplished. ”
Bronx wiped at his eyes which drew Tony’s attention to the motion. When Bronx’s fingers left his face Tony could see the moisture that remained on his cheeks.
“Hey, come here,” Tony soothed and slid an arm behind Bronx’s neck, tugging him closer. “Why so much emotion?”
“I’m not crying,” Bronx said indignantly. “I’m not a fucking pussy.”
“I wasn’t suggesting you were, and for the record, shedding tears doesn’t make you a pussy,” Tony said. “Please continue with what you were saying. Tell me what’s been swirling inside that gorgeous head of yours all this time. I really want to know.”
“I’m sorry,” Bronx said into the bend of Tony’s neck. “I didn’t mean to be so bitchy.”
“You know you’re safe with me to be vulnerable, right?”
“I do know that but I’m still adjusting to the change between us,” Bronx stated. “It seemed to take forever for us to pull our heads out of our asses and admit to having feelings, but now it feels like we’re moving at a hundred miles per hour.”
“It’s okay, Rory. We can slow things down to make it work for both of us,” Tony suggested. “I’m in no rush and I love where we are right now. I just want to be with you, and only you, for as long as you want me."
“You mean exclusive?” Bronx asked.
Tony glanced at Bronx as he nodded. “I can’t share you with anyone else,” Tony whispered. “You mean too much to me and I don’t have the stomach to watch you hitting on other guys, nor can I stand outside your hotel room to protect you while you’re inside banging a hook-up.”
Bronx stared at Tony for a brief moment. “I really mean that much to you?” he asked with disbelief.
“Absolutely. That’s what I want,” Tony admitted with conviction. “But if that’s not something you want, then I’ll respect your decision.”
“And if I want exclusivity?” Bronx asked.
“Then I will love on you for as long as you’ll have me in your life,” Tony declared.
Bronx pushed Tony onto his back and climbed on top of him to straddle his lap. “That could be a very . . . very . . . long time,” Bronx teased, planting kisses on Tony’s chest to enunciate each word he spoke.
Tony hummed low in his throat to create a gravelly sound of pleasure. “No more walls—even if they have windows in them, Rory,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
“That will be a challenge for me but I’ll do my best,” Bronx assured. “It’s just easier for me when you can’t see the real me and you don’t know how I feel about you.”
Tony gently caressed Bronx’s cheek. “I see you, Rory. I’ve seen every single emotion pass through your eyes, your mannerisms, and the looks you threw my way when you didn’t think I was noticing.
I knew what you were feeling for me. It’s why I kept engaging in the arguments and the name-calling—because I knew what we were building would be worth the unconventional path we were taking to get here. ”
“Jesus, I should have known better than to think I could hide anything from you.” Bronx said with lightheartedness.
“I’ve been trained to read people,” he said with a shrug, “and after being around you as much as I was, I came to realize your hostility and occasional aggression toward me was not coming from a place of hate or anger. It was the opposite. I knew it might be a lot of work to break through your walls but my gut was telling me you’d be worth the time and effort.
I knew sharing our deepest thoughts and feelings would be foreign for both of us but I also knew we were capable of greatness—together. ”
Bronx lay flat against Tony’s warm body, his cheek pressed to Tony’s chest again.
With every exhale that left Tony’s mouth, Bronx could feel the rush of warm air feathering over his skin.
It filled him with a wonderful sensation, like his heart was overflowing with raw emotion but instead of fearing what he was feeling, he wanted to embrace it—possibly even share it.
“Wanna know something else about me?” Bronx asked.
“Tell me,” Tony said in a breathy tone while his fingers combed through Bronx’s silky hair. “I want to know all of you—even the parts you don’t think I’d be interested in.”
“I’m no longer afraid of how I feel about you,” he explained. “I guess you could say I’ve embraced it, instead of running away from it.”
Tony cut him off from saying more when he pressed his lips against Bronx’s. It was a slow exploration of mouths and delicious tastes that Bronx was becoming addicted to, like Tony was some kind of a narcotic to his system.
“You know what I’ve always seen when I look at you?” Tony asked. “I see a strong-willed, passionate, independent man, a man who wears his emotions right on his sleeve. You’re also compassionate and so damn smart. I’ve seen your heart, Rory, and it’s genuine and so full of light and love.”
Silence fell between them and Bronx fought more tears.
He’d never been this emotional in his life but Tony somehow drew this out of him all the damn time.
It was a positive thing, a gift even. Bronx felt like Hercules, with his chest puffed out like he could take on the world as long as Tony was beside him.
He could see forever with this man who was so good for him.
For the first time in his life he felt like he belonged to someone—a special someone he could endlessly love and commit to.
Being exclusive with Tony wouldn’t be much of a challenge for Bronx at all.
It would be easy because Tony was worth everything to keep these feelings growing.
Finally Bronx began to shift on top of Tony.
“You’re fidgeting,” Tony said to state the obvious. “What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t want to freak you out but I just had an epiphany of sorts,” Bronx admitted.
“Like what?” Tony asked.
Bronx lifted himself up a bit to see Tony’s eyes. He cleared his throat and boldly said, “I’m pretty sure you’re my person,” Bronx admitted.
Tony stared at Bronx, his eyes shiny like reflective pools. “You’re pretty sure?” he teased with a lift of his lips at one corner.
“All right, I’m certain that’s the case,” Bronx corrected. “But don’t forget, I’ve never been down this road before, so these crazy feelings are brand new.”
Tony wrapped his arms around Bronx and snuggled him closer to his chest while their legs wrapped together. “I’m already there, Rory. I’ve known for a while that you’re the one for me. I just needed to find a way for you to see it, too,” Tony revealed.
“It’s definitely a first for me,” Bronx said.
“At least our truths are on the table and I can call you mine and know you feel the same way about me,” Tony proclaimed.
“I’ve never been happier,” Bronx said, “and that’s another truth.”
“Me, too, but I have one final obstacle to jump over before I can hold your hand in public or take you out on a proper date—which I will be doing as often as our schedules allow,” Tony said. “I’m old school so be prepared, I plan on dating you senseless.”
“Wine, dine, and sixty-nine?” Bronx teased with a lecherous laugh.
“That sounds like a delicious dessert after a very nice meal,” Tony replied.
“Agreed, now tell me about your final challenge?” Bronx questioned.
“I need to come clean with Fizzbo, the powers that be at Ventura Security, and also Dagger,” he explained.
“Until I can get them to clear me to be in a full-blown relationship with you—and also be reinstated with my job of protecting you—I’ll have to hide our relationship from them.
I really don’t want to do that but for now it’s necessary. ”
“We’ve come this far, babe, we can wait a little longer until you get the clearance. After that, I will happily drop to my knees and blow you in front of Fizzbo and Dagger so they know we are going to be a couple whether they approve or not.”
“I don’t think a public blowjob is necessary to prove we belong to each other but you’ll never hear me turn down a private blowjob from you,” Tony declared and they both laughed.
Bronx flipped Tony onto his back before his lips began peppering Tony’s chest with kisses.
His tongue licked his nipples and moved lower to sear a path of heat right down the soft treasure trail that led to Tony’s dick jutting from a nice patch of perfectly trimmed pubes.
Everything about his body was perfection in Bronx’s eyes and worthy of daily worshiping, but his cock was magnificent and downright mouthwatering.
Tony turned them again and put himself on top. A muffled groan of protest fell from Bronx’s lips. “I was kind of in the middle of something,” Bronx complained like his favorite toy had been taken away from him.
“You’ll get your turn but right now my brain is overflowing with visuals of how I’m going to pleasure you ,” Tony said and before Bronx had a chance to say anything, Tony had already gone to work.
He briefly toyed with Bronx’s cockhead and tasted the sweet pools and drips of pre-come and then deep-throated the man without any warning whatsoever.
Bronx jack-knifed on the bed while Tony continued to torture Bronx with loving licks and soft sucking applied to his thick shaft.
“Fuck my mouth—in a gentle, non-aggressive way,” Tony suggested with a sexy, lopsided grin.
Bronx chuckled and lifted his head to stare down at Tony now resting between his spread thighs. “I can’t make that promise, Tony. The second I hit the back of your throat, all bets are off on how gentle I’ll be,” he said.
“Rory . . .”
“Babe, listen. I’m feeling stronger every day but I do understand your concern,” Bronx said. “You know firsthand how much work it took for me to get back to where I am today. I promise I won’t take risks with my health or do anything to jeopardize my recovery.”
Bronx’s cock was hardening to iron again from Tony’s oral attention. He licked the tip while holding eye contact and another gush of pre-come pearled at the tip and began to spill over the crown. Tony quickly cleaned it up and then allowed his mouth to take Bronx to the back of his mouth.
“Holy fucking shit,” Bronx almost growled. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Tony had Bronx right on the precipice of euphoria.
He could either allow him to crash into the abyss of his orgasm or edge him for the next twenty minutes and watch his brain explode instead of his nuts.
He looked up at Bronx and studied his flushed expression; a mixture of bliss wrapped around a layer of stunned appreciation.
Tony could tell by Bronx’s sweaty forehead and strained features that today wasn’t the day to delay his orgasm.
It was obvious that he needed this release more than his next breath.
Tony opened wide and slammed his mouth down to the root of Bronx’s dick.
The action almost drew another jack-knife from Bronx, but this time Tony held his hips in place to prevent it from happening.
He added his hands into the mix, stroking up and down along with his mouth, and using a twisting corkscrew motion that brought Bronx to the edge for a second time.
“I’m close—so fucking close!” Bronx shouted.
That was the cue Tony needed. He quickly licked his thumb and pressed the pad to Bronx’s entrance.
With his next downward suck of Bronx’s cock, he pushed his thumb in past the tight ring of muscle and moved it in a circular motion.
Once Bronx was loosened up, he timed this with the assertive tongue-lashing he was giving his dick and in just a few seconds, Bronx was once again pitching his hips into the air, but this time it was to enunciate the arrival of his orgasm.
“Motherfuckerrr!!!” Bronx yelled.
Tony kept swallowing, doing his best not to waste a drop of the release shooting from Bronx’s gorgeous cock.
He relaxed his throat and kept on track but a final spurt nearly drown Tony and much of it leaked from the corners of his mouth and dripped off his chin.
Bronx laughed at the situation. He could see his load dripping and the scent of spunk was everywhere, which only had him chuckling louder.
“Jesus, you are covered in my jizz,” Bronx grinned. “It’s a very sexy look on you.”
“You could have warned me you shoot gallons,” Tony said. “I feel like a rookie but next time I’ll be more prepared and wear a bib.”
“Somehow, I bet you’ll even make a bib look sexy,” Bronx said.